Last night we made it to our planned anchoring inlet after sunset, something we always try and avoid by arriving an hour before sunset. Luckily seas were very calm and there were adequate markers to guide us in. Also I think the channel had recently been dredged because it was very deep. Once in though with little to no light it was difficult to orient ourselves. We dropped anchor exactly where I had originally planned but discovered that it was even shallower than expected, at only 6.5ft. It was high tide and the difference between the upcoming low tide would have dropped us 4ft which would put us on the bottom. So we had to pull up the anchor (I did it since it was my mistake to drop it initially) and re-position nearby where there was 14ft depth. By this time is was pitch black and we were navigating totally by GPS chartplotter. When anchored we were enveloped by darkness. I knew were in kind of a marshy area but couldn't see any of our surroundings. I knew we were safe but it was a weird feeling. To add to this eeriness there was a really weird noise we had never heard before, almost like some thing was scratching at the hull. I went out several times to see if the anchor chain was rubbing in the anchor roller or something but everything was very still. It was really creepy! We were in 14 ft of water so I don't think it was the hull or keel rubbing on the bottom. It would come and go. We never discovered what it was...
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